And you stare at m...e
in your Jesus Christ pose
arms held out
like you've been
carrying a load
And you swear to m...e
you don't want
to be my slave
But you're staring at me
like I
Like I need to be
saved
Saved
Saved
Saved
In your
Jesus Christ pose
In your
Jesus Christ pose
Arms held out
in your Jesus Christ pose
thorns and shroud
like it's the coming
of the Lord
And I swear to you
that I would never
feed you pain
But you're staring at me
like I...
Like I'm driving the
nails
Nails
like I'm driving the
nails
Nails
like I'm driving the
nails, nails, nails
like I'm driving the
nails, nails
In your
Jesus Christ pose
In your
Jesus Christ pose
Arms held out
in your Jesus Christ pose
thorns and shroud
like it's the coming
of the Lord
Would it pain you more
to walk on water
than to wear
a crown of thorns?
It wouldn't pain me more
to bury you rich
Than to bury you poor
in your
Jesus Christ pose
In your
Jesus Christ pose
